My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561

Raphael let out a low, pained grunt, his own muscles shaking with the effort of holding back. He kept his movements slow, grinding his hips forward by fractions of an inch.

Inch by inch.

The burning heat spread, turning into an ache that filled my entire lower belly. My hips twitched, trying to pull away from the pressure, but his hands locked onto my waist, holding me perfectly still as he drove his length further into me.

Finally, with one last hard thrust that caught me by surprise, his pubic bone slammed flat against mine.

He was all the way in.

Every single inch of his cock was buried deep inside my body, stretching me open so completely that I couldn’t even close my legs. I lay there frozen, my chest heaving, feeling the massive, throbbing weight of him filled to the absolute brim inside me.

Raphael let out a long, ragged exhale and collapsed his heavy upper body directly over mine. He didn’t drop his full weight, he braced himself on his forearms but his chest and shoulders trapped me completely against the cushions.

He didn’t move. He didn’t thrust. He just stayed perfectly still, buried deep to the hilt inside my body.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurry with tears from the intense stretch. I looked up at his face, just inches away from mine.

His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles bunched in hard knots under his stubble. His eyes were squeezed shut, his dark lashes wet, and his nose was flared as he dragged breaths into his lungs.

He looked like a man who had finally found water after years in a desert.

A rumble started in his chest and vibrated straight into my own ribs. It was a sound of pure pleasure. Every single muscle in his back and shoulders stayed locked tight.

He was just feeling me… feeling how perfectly his thick shaft filled every empty inch inside me, holding him tight.

I stayed completely still beneath him, my hands resting weakly on his shoulders as my chest tightened.

How had I become so lucky?

I lifted one hand and gently brushed my fingers through his hair. His eyes opened immediately, finding mine and there he was.

My Raphael.

My impossible, complicated, frustrating, beautiful man.

A smile touched my lips, “I don’t think you understand,” I whispered.

“…but even more, I love the man only I get to be with. And if I get the rest of my life with you…

A quiet, happy laugh escaped me.

“…I think I’ll be the luckiest woman in the world.”

Raphael held my gaze without looking away, “Keep talking like that,” he whispered softly, “and you won’t be doing any walking for the next three days.”

The shameless threat made a small, helpless smile tug at the corners of my lips.

Before the smile could even fade, Raphael’s hands gripped my hips, and he began to move.

Raphael pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving just the blunt tip inside me. Then, with a slow lean of his upper body, he sank all the way back into me.

“Ah!” I gasped, placing a hand over his chest as the sudden, massive fullness hitting me right in the gut.

He didn’t slam into me. He kept his movements slow and soft, his grip on my hips controlling every single inch of the slide.

My hands flew to his back, my nails scraping the skin. The feeling was completely overwhelming. Every time he pushed deep, it felt like he was touching the very top of my stomach, a dull pressure that made my breath catch. It was a mix of intense heat, a slight stinging friction, and a deep, pulsing ache that filled my entire lower body.